(POV: Lumiere)
The sun blazed overhead as the workers, their brows dripping with sweat, labored tirelessly.
Gaun let out an exasperated sigh, his muscles aching as he dug holes in the land with a small shovel.
"I never thought I'd see the day when I sweat."
He glanced over at Mimosa, who had approached me.
"So, need me to work my magic on the soil?" Mimosa asked, waving her hand.
"Not just yet, let's wait until they finish preparing the soil first."
"Alright, that makes sense," she replied.
Just then, Mojito sneaked up behind Mimosa.
He leaned in close.
"Hey, Mimosa, how about you watch me work instead? I promise it'll be worth your while."
Mimosa turned to face Mojito, a slight blush staining her cheeks.
"I'm actually having a discussion with my lord here," she stammered, attempting to politely decline.
"A-alright.."
Mojito's face fell, his shoulders slumping.
He clutched his large shovel tightly in his hands as disappointment washed over him.
Poor guy.
